Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.